The New Church of Tom, The One True Man.

Pamela Hope shuddered with body quaking pleasure as she watched Tom, her Man, her Master, the One True Cock Lord pick up the gorgeous vermillion-haired Valkyrie and position her over the throbbing crown of his rigid immensity.

He was so strong, so large, an inhuman mountain of strength with the irrepressible energy and relentless vigor of a hurricane, as unstoppable as the ocean tides! Then, just as he was about to claim another SisterSlave for both of them, just as he was about bless Tania with his glorious, pulsating GodCock, he had looked to her.

He had looked to her as though seeking her acquiesce to what was about happen, as absolutely inevitable as it was, and he had still thought of her first, first and foremost and above all others! Her entire body had lit up with all-consuming bliss, every cell in her body alight, the neurons in her brain blazing like burning stars as her pleasure centers expanded when His steely eyes met hers.

She was HisHisHis and though they had only just begun, she knew that she would happily offer this entire city on it's knees to Him if it only meant He would look to her like that again. She was his perfect Evangelical, the High Priestess to the worship of His utterly dominant presence, the First Lady of His new world order, the Mother-Superior of a legion of gorgeous young XXX-infected who would worship him, take his divine seed, bare his precious children and remake the world in his image!

She wavered on the edge of sweetest release as she plunged two fingers into HollySlut's overflowing teen pussy. Her long digits coated in the mix of the schoolslut's girl-cum and her Master's potent love-juice. Raising it to her own puffy cock-worshipping lips she tremored and came messily down her smooth thighs as she tasted their mixed fluids on her tongue.

Then she watched Him lower her latest conquest Tania down onto his burning god-shaft, filling her dripping, spreading pussy completely as the curvaceous supplicant took him in entirely with an ecstatic wail. He had grown massive as his own unique XXX-transformation had remolded him, not as another hot wet cock-hungry snatch like so many weaker men in the past but into living God. Muscle layered on top of muscle like stacked bricks build out his new seven foot frame, his whole body rippling exoticly with dynamic musculature as he thrust up into his TaniaSlave as he lowered her by her full perfect ass, spreading her over his turgid Man-cock.

"Y-Yessss~... please- please Lord, please M-m-master, fill me... gasp... with your glory!"

Pamela watched as her SisterSlave's eyes rolled up into her head as her Man Tom fed inch after inch of his impossible, fleshy length into babbling beauty's tight pussy, his mighty hands spreading her massive ass-cheeks apart to facilitate her taking in his massive girth. Tania's long luscious thighs fluttering open like a butterflies wings as her shapely calves twitched and kicked involuntarily out in the air on either side of her as she finally sank down flush against his chiselled abdomen.

"S-s-so full... Never been... this f-full! My lord.... nnnnrgh... is making me fat with- with his God-Cock."

That was right and correct, Pamela knew. Every female blessed with his celestial rod should tell him how grateful they were and she felt her own quivering quim tremble in desire for Him, her TomMaster. He just laughed gently at the praise - he was so kind, caring and magnanimous! - and with simplest ease began to glide her up and down his monstrous pole. That's right, not buck up into her or thrust through her; he guided her by his mighty grip on her ass and in a display of supreme, effortless strength, smoothly lifted her off and on to Him as though she were a barely-there, simple fuck-toy.

Pamela Hope was reminded again that he didn't even need to touch her to bring her to thigh-clamping climax, she was experiencing one every few minutes from just being in his overwhelming presence and each seering flash of pleasure was cementing in her the belief- no, the Truth that he was their Savior, their Future. The One that would guide them with his dominant strength, love and protect them from the madness of this infected world, seed them with his hyper-virility, He would put things right if she just served His will.

...and that was all she wanted to do. Pamela looked down as she felt His Baby-Girl Holly shift in her maternal grasp to rest her small blonde head upon Pamela's motherly breast and watch her Daddy-Master fuck the gorgeous, fiery-haired vixen into a shuddering, moaning mess in his powerful arms.

"He's fucking her... he's fucking her so good Mommy." She whispered softly in a tiny, reverent voice.

"He is Loving her, Little One, just as he Loves us."

"What... what is he?!"

Pamela reluctantly dragged her gaze from her magnificent Master and turned to face the new speaker. It was the brunette school teacher in the cum-stained blue lycra mini-shorts and torn pink crop top. Ms Summers wasn't it? Pamela took in her hyper-voluptuous body with a critical eye never stopping her stroking of Holly-Slaves soft blonde hair and wet Baby-Girl pussy.

"He is Supreme, He is Strength and Love and Potency made Manifest. He is our Savior, to all of us."

Pamela tone was imperious and she could practically feel her eyes glowing their jade and gold hue resonating with a fraction of His power through her. Ms Summers just stood there mesmerized by her gaze, jaw slowly going slack, after-all even just a whiff of his scent was enough to over-power a normal XXX-infected and this room reeked of Him, of his Seed.

"The more pertinent question, my dear, is what are you? I do not recognize your strain..."

"I don't know..." Ms Summers shook her head as if trying to clear it, to think again but it didn't help,"I thought I was a new type of Mammazon, maybe? I was just a regular XXX-Bimbo before the Beast... Dr Turner found me..."

This caught the Pamela-Goddess's attention and she arched a single perfect eyebrow at the flustered super-slut as she patted the cum matted couch beside her.

"Come dear, sit and tell me more about this... thing."

Tom let out an easy breath as he sank his new TaniaSlave down onto his steely rod. It was over a foot of solid flesh now, thick as a wrist and completely unyielding in it's solidity. Another man's dick would have some give to it, a bit of bend or flex and that was natural and normal - normal for other men that is, not for Tom.

His massive fucktool had all the give of a titanium rod, which is to say none at all. Yes, he could still flex his huge love-muscle and did so eliciting a delighted squeal and splash of girl-cum from the mega-boobed sex-kitten he was currently buried in, but he also knew that if he was to release his hold on her; she would remain impaled and upright from the strength of his glorious mancock alone.

"Oh please- mmmmmmph... please Lord. T-t-take me... Make. Me. Yours!"

Her words, though fractured rang true to Tom, she was already cumming hard from the intrusion of his size and heft within her and her excitement was evident she struggled to lock her legs around his towering, standing form and move her sweet, sensual self up against him. Her sculpted, bubbly ass flexing in his palms as her pussy stretched impossibly tight around him, clamping and gripping his pulsating dick-flesh deep within her hot wetness.

He could feel the bulge of it, pressing through the soft smooth flesh of her flat belly against his own rocky abs. He was pressed almost to the underside of her sternum and rather than hurting her, he was making her squirm for more. So he began, oh-so-slowly to lift her, easing her up to the cunt-distending crown of his GodCock with the strength of his strapping arms alone before easing her back down it's length again, enjoying her guttural moans and the sensation of pervading her tight snatch so completely again.

"Oooooh~ Fuck! So- so full! I've never felt so- uuuurrrgh... full. P-please Master... never let me f-f-feel empty again. Oh God!"

Sweat mattered her long scarlet locks to her head, neck and shoulders, her exquisite face contorted with pleasure, her heavy, full tits heaving as she panted for the breath Tom drove out of her with his indomitable entry into her. Her hands seem small, clutching desperately at his massive shoulders, her emerald eyes wide in shock and awe as she looked up at him worshipfully. She had to be over six feet tall but he still looked down at her from his new height.

It felt good, she felt good and now she was his, he would show her why he was the best, why he deserved to claim her and many, many more like her. Make her accept his dominance and ownership of her - as if she wasn't begging him to do it already. So finally he released some of the burning beast that raged within himself and he began to move...

Still in control, always in control, he used his two handed grip on her spectacular rounded ass to run her up and down his gargantuan length, slow at first but gaining in momentum like the beginnings of a landslide. Her soft gasps and groans began rising in frequency and pitch as her body, all hard lines and soft curves was moved against his.

Her fingers clutched at his hard body as her humongous tits sliding up and down his chest, her diamond hard nipples gushing sweet nectar that ran down between them to where their bodies came together. He could feel her scalding insides twitching and writhing, pulling at his massive manrod each time he withdrew, her pussy-honey splashing against his thighs each time he filled her so completely again. The slap of flesh against flesh growing more pronounced as as he let himself grow more and more forceful in his fucking of the cockslave on his huge, thrumming meatshaft.

"Oh god, oh god, ohgodohgodohgod... haaaarrrgh... YEEESSSS~!!"

His TaniaSlut was brought to one screaming climax to another in quick succession by his increasingly brutal taking of her, she could take it, would take it and much, much more. She would beg and grovel for it if that is what it took, promise to be his personal fucktoy and cumdumpster knowing full well she would adore every second of it, crave it if he wanted her too. He was in control and would own her pleasure, her orgasms, her body... her life. She was giving it all up to him freely and she was loving it.

Her screams, moans and garbled praise of him filled the room along with the loud slap, slap, slap of her ass meeting his crotch with each deep, total penetration of her thrashing, quivering hot body. The smell of their combined sex was filling the air, his heady manly musk and her feminine odeur; floral and spicy, perfuming the room like an olfactory smoke-bomb.

The other cum-addled XXX-infected smelled it too, soft moans and gasps coming from their prone half-dressed forms littered across the carpet and furniture adding their own drowsy voices to the symphony of sex in the room. Their semi-conscious bodies slowly writhing in place as though sensing the impending eruption of the seed, His Seed, that they all craved to desperately.

Tom was engaged full-**** now, bringing his gorgeous TaniaSlave down on his turgid GodCock with bestial ****, each powerful thrust driving another climax straight up into her pussy as he ground against her g-spot. A heavy burst of pre-cum, half a pints worth, battered her insides and made her wail again as it spiked another violent peak within her and Tom grunted in satisfaction at the rush of pleasure that washed through him.

She was stretched so tight, so deliriously hot and gushing wet for him, his perfect fuck-doll LoveSlave. The mixture of their love-juices puddled on the carpet at his feet as he fucked her relentlessly, holding her soft, pliant body aloft in his mighty arms. The slow start of the land-slide was now a complete town-destroying avalanche as he pounded into her, her body a singular vessel for his pleasure and his imminent Seed.

Her massive tits were careening wildly from the **** of their fucking, bouncing up into his TaniaSlaves face before slapping down against his immutable chest. Her face was splattered with her own milky ambrosia, her eyes rolling in unfocused bliss as her full lips formed a silent "o" of pleasure. She had gone rag-doll limb in his ferocious grasp now, boneless with unending ecstasy and fighting to hold onto consciousness to experience her ultimate reward; His climax.

Her hips were a blur as he hammered her up and down his length like a living flesh-tube, knowing full well that his over-whelming strength, monstrous size and endless, bottomless vigor would have utterly destroyed a normal woman but this glorious SlaveSlut wasn't any normal woman - she was His woman! She could take it, she could take Him, all of Him. He could fuck her right through a fucking wall and she would just buck her hips back into him, fucking him right back. He loved it, he loved her and now he would fucking claim her as His and His alone.

His TaniaSlave! His FuckPet! His ToyPussy! His, His, His and no one else's!

With a roar of purest passion, he finally let himself explode - a long outpouring of rapturous, shuddering physical exultation and powerful emotional reverie. A massive load of sizzling hot manseed burst forth from him like anti-aircraft fire, blasting up into his TaniaSlut who had gone wide eyed and full-body rigid at the euphoric feel of it erupting within her, filling her and completing her. She bit down on her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood as their bodies convulsed together, his knuckles white as he held her luscious hips locked to his, gripping them like they were handles and flooded her hungry womb with his blast after voluminous blast of his hot mancum.

He could feel her distended belly bloat against him as he filled her to overflowing, sheer liquid pressure forcing their cum-juices out of her spasming cunt around his still rigid cock to splash against their thighs and down onto the sodden carpet. He was a slick, dripping mess from the waist down; his crotch, thighs, knees and feet were plastered with the fluids of their fucking and he didn't care. When it was finally over he just held her there, cradled against his broad muscular chest as she moaned, panted and twitched in post-orgasmic after-shock.

"Yours Master, I'm all yours... thank you for filling me, my Lord! Thank you for making me yours!"

TaniaSlave's voice was breathless and filled with emotion. When he looked down she looked utterly spent - funny, Tom didn't even feel short of breath - and wobbled on her feet as he finally let him off his GodCock with a long shlooorp and a final giggling gasp from her. Her small soft hand immediately latching onto his perma-granite erection and beginning to stroke it's long slick length again in loving, eager, masterful fashion.

He had to steady her with a firm hand as she fell back against him, stroking and leaning into him panting for breath, looking up into his face with big eyes tearing up with renewed feverish devotion. Such beautiful emerald eyes.

"Thank you Tom, my Lord, my Love. Thank you for giving me another SisterSlave to serve you at my side." Whispered Pamela Hope, his Goddess-****...